Summary/Info: Monologue, from the point of view of a survivor of the Empire's Jedi Purge.
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I cannot dream any more. I am afraid to dream. The Empire is out there, watching, watching ... its hunters are watching. Move on, move on -- if I stop, they'll find me, catch me, kill me.
What is a Jedi?
I was a Jedi, once. Not any longer, really; the Force is distant, comes in surges, but I dare not touch it for too long, must remain unaware, blind to the light of the universe. They'll find me, otherwise.
I remember.
That much is true, certain ... the memories are unsure ... but the legacy must be preserved, that much of me is still with the Jedi.
I doubt my sanity. Something cracked, something went ... long ago, long ago. It seems so long ago. How long has it been? And where are my friends?
Did they ... yes, most of them would be gone. (nods to self) The Empire took them, destroyed them...
Ah, what has become of our beautiful Jedi Order! No, no, no ... all that power, all that light, gone, gone?
Can it be?
What dark times these are ... my friends, my friends...
Who remains but me ... I can't touch the Force to feel for the others, don't dare search while they're hunting me. Where to go next, where to go...
Moment. A flash of light, the safety of the Force -- I can feel it. It says ... we will all die, we will all pass on to become one with the galaxy, and there is peace in that knowledge. I am alone. But out there, somewhere, there is a hope. Things will change; things change.
The balance will be restored ... someone will come.
I must wander, wander ... don't let them find me, live the legacy, touch the Force ... because I can, because there are others who cannot. Let the memory live, live, I must not die till it is time...
What hope, what peace, will come with death ... ?
There's only the moment...
